God Goes to Dance Recitals

As I write this I'm sitting at a dance recital that includes several friends and their kids. I go to these about once a year and love supporting my friends and their kids. They are always very good.

Anyway, I didn't realize until I arrived that this year's recital was dedicated to a little girl, a dance student, who died of cancer late last year. They are raising money for a charity in her name, which is very sweet.

We're about 3/4 of the way through when the emcee announces, her voice breaking, that the next little girl is dedicating her dance to her friend Brogan (the little girl who passed away) and that she is wearing the costume that Brogan had picked out for her next performance.

As she took the stage everyone got silent, and you could tell she had tears in her eyes. She danced beautifully to a song about a butterfly flying away. When she was done everyone stood and clapped, as she ran to her mom and hugged her and cried. It was a beautiful, bittersweet moment.

And yes, I cried too. Was there any doubt? It struck me though that this was a "God moment", one of those times when we as humans, even for a brief moment, can become aware of things beyond ourselves and feel God with us. It got me thinking, maybe God is with us all the time, like scripture says, but we are too caught up in ouselves/lives to notice. But then something interrupts us and makes us pause; we realize what matters and tap into our real emotions; and there He is. Then, we move on to the next dance and the moment is over. Hopefully though we are aware enough to recognize it and it sustains us to the next time.

This leaves me with lots to think about; too much for this blog. Suffice it to say this: try to be more aware of your God moments, and thanks, Brogan, for helping me see what matters.


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Taking Out the Trash

So I was taking the trash can to the curb tonight when I had a chuckle. You see, I was remembering how, when I lived at home with my mom, taking out the trash was my job. This also included taking the full cans to the curb the night before the garbage truck came. And I HATED it! I mean, every Tuesday night the conversation at home went something like this: 

Mom: David? David?! David Micheal, did you take the garbage cans to the curb? 

Me: No. 

Mom: You need to do it! 

Me: Mom! I'm 16, you don't have to remind me every week! Gosh (said like Napoleon Dynamite)!

Mom: David, just do it please.

Me: Mom! (Whining) I'm tired! I'll get up early in the morning and do it (cause I'm such a morning person).

Mom: Okay! You'd better not forget!

The next morning one of two scenarios occurred:

     1. I would sleep in and the trash would pile up for another week, making the trash cans even heavier, or

     2. I would hear the garbage truck coming up the street and would jump out of bed, throw on some clothes, and run outside in hopes that I didn't miss the truck.

So that was how it went EVERY week, LOL. The point is this; I STILL hate taking the trash to the curb, but who else is going to do it now that I'm on my own? So thanks Mom for teaching me to be responsible. Love you :-)

PS - Don't get me started on how much I hate washing dishes!

Why should Tiger apologize?

The other day I heard a news soundbite that said some of Tiger Woods' mistresses think he owes them an apology.
Hold up...huh? Say that again!? His mistresses, the women he cheated on his wife with, want an apology!? If ever there were an appropriate use of the phrase "WTF!?" this is it!
Seriously! Are these women delusional? Let's break this down:
1. You were dating a married celebrity who travels for his job. Did you REALLY think you were the only one?! I mean c'mon, he obviously had no qualms with cheating. Stop being so stupid!
2."But I loved him!" Yeah, and so do his wife and kids. Does it ever workout for the other woman (well, women)? NO! THE HUSBAND DOESN'T LEAVE! WATCH A FREAKIN' LIFETIME MOVIE ONCE IN A WHILE!
3."The heart can't help who it falls in love with!" Really? Well if your heart is constantly falling in love with married men then it is a slut!
4. And I just can't seem to get away from this point: you were sleeping with another woman's husband! You knew the score going in. You knew the risks! In my opinion that means that you get whatever you deserve, and that doesn't include an apology!
So no, I don't think Tiger needs to say sorry to these women. To his family, yes; to his girlfriends, no.

And PS: dear John Edwards' baby mama: just stop talking. You have already shown us you are a terrible person who just wants the limelight. You are about 5 mins over on your 15 anyway.

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